(Gah! Air! Sorry, I've been literally buried in work over the past month ... or two. Either way, I'm finally back)

Seph walked quietly down the streets, his scimitar strapped to his belt. His eyes twitched from side to side, checking for anything that might seem like a threat. He heard a stone fall behind him. The dark elf flipped around, scanning for what had made the sound.

"Shit," Crana whispered to himself as he pressed his back to the wall of the alley. He could hear the elf's footsteps getting closer. He looked around the corner and found himself face-to-face with the chieftan.

"Why are you following me, halfling?" Seph hissed as Crana. Crana shuddered slightly, but regained control of himself.

"Um, I was wondering ... you know, if you're not busy ..."

"Spit it, thief."

"I was kind of wondering you'd be willing to lend a hand to kill something big and angry? Maybe?"

"Look here, halfling, I'm here to save my land and my people. I wouldn't help your kind if my life depended on it."

"Okay, what if said big, angry thing would work its way down to your people and kill them in bursts of fiery doom?"

"Then I ... there's a dragon somewhere around here, isn't there?"

"Yup."

"Fine, I'll come with you, but if you or any of your little friends try anything ..." with that, Seph made a slitting motion across his throat. Crana gulped. 'I hope Ann and Thogrim are doing better than this.'

Thogrim trudged angrily through the graveyard, still angry at Annabelle. He had never been particularly fond of her. Even though somewhere in his mind, he knew that it was the dragon and only the dragon that had been the reason for his dying clan, it was dead and if he couldn't blame it, he'd blame her. As he finally reached the door of the huge mansion, it flew open. He looked into the building, but even his sharp, dwarven eyes could only pick out a few things among the darkness. He walked through the house, feeling his way along the walls until he saw a light coming from a room. A beautiful, yet haunting melody echoed throughout the house as he approached the doorway. Thogrim peeked his head around the corner and saw a chair turned to face a fireplace. The music was coming from that chair. As he tried to work his way around the room, the chair turned to face him.

"Welcome to my humble abode," the figure sitting in the chair said. The man that faced Thogrim had long, black hair and pale skin. His eyes were a deep black and had an evil air to them, despite the friendly look on his face. "I am Sir Cedric von Sedviski. I trust that you have business with me?"

"Er, yeah," Thogrim said nervously, obviously intimidated, "I was wondering if you might be willing to help rid the mountains of a certain dragon problem?"

"Why, of course," Cedric said with a grin, "Anything for the people of this town. They've been so kind during my stay here."

"Well, it's much appreciated, human," Thogrim said, a bit relieved.

"Yes, it's no trouble," Cedric said, wincing slightly at Thogrim's words.

"What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing, nothing. Shall we get going, then?"

"Yes, follow me," Thogrim said, turning around. Cedric stood up and picked up his sword before heading off after the dwarf. 'This should be quite interesting,' he though to himself.